Elizabeth Joshua Tree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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The Camp Whore Boulder is aptly named, the V0- is the hardest zero I've ever tried and still haven't linked it together. Alcohol helps. The.

Anyways, info wise, know these streets: Indian Cove Rd, follow it you must. Its rocky curves, surprise hidden art trails. The locals, rad community they are. All, unique it feels, almost electric by night, like thunder in Fury Road style: "Witness the chaos!"—only, magic in chaos, there is.

Second wave of protests on Saturday moved from downtown Joshua Tree to inside the National Park